For my next project, an old idea that my partner suggested, I am coming back to writing a poetry book. It will have an example of as many of every type of poem that's out there. Some examples, I've written one of Ginsberg's concoctions (The American Sentence), the Japanese invention (haiku), and a few pieces loosely based on James Joyce's form: the (Stream of Consciousness).
Having started, I am doing my very best to stray away from the last form as much as I can, seeing as how it's the most comfortable. I need this project to challenge me, and am looking at possibly 50+ works to be included.
This Poetry book, tentatively titled "Cornucopious", has no future publication date as of yet. Currently, there are 25 works completed. I had more, but several poems were pulled from the list, while I was reworking the debut. We'll have more on this story as it develops.
Below is an older poem slated for this project. I wrote this 5 years ago, and it came up on Facebook as a memory post. After working it over and over, I feel fairly confident in this liberal offshoot of a (Shakespearean Sonnet). I hope that you enjoy reading it. Comment below and let me know whichever way your opinions go.
"Nomads & the Damage Done"
The ground massages his tried, tired feet
travels unbound upon barren concrete.
All of this reminds him to tread lightly
if he wants words to come out politely.
That would mean a lesser pain born nightly.
But oh, the times he tried to give and take
only made worse his troubles and heart ache.
And then when he cursed and swore at it all,
it only slightly slowed his certain fall,
leaving only crumbling stones from his wall.
And so he asks of me with final breath:
"Perchance, I solved the riddle before death ?